Tuesday poem: Shoulders

Naomi Shihab Nye

A man crosses the street in rain,
stepping gently, looking two times north and south,
because his son is asleep on his shoulder.

No car must splash him.
No car drive too near to his shadow.

This man carries the world’s most sensitive cargo
but he’s not marked.
Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE,

His ear fills up with breathing.
He hears the hum of a boy’s dream
deep inside him.

We’re not going to be able
to live in this world
if we’re not willing to do what he’s doing
with one another.

The road will only be wide.
The rain will never stop falling.

Someone posted this on FaceBook in response to the Newtown murders. It’s a lovely poem in any context, and very moving in that one.

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4 Responses to “Tuesday poem: Shoulders”

  1. Kathleen Jones Says:

    This is a lovely poem – thanks for posting it.

  2. admin Says:

    I’m delighted you like it, Kathleen – I always find your posts and poems a delight.

  3. Helen McKinlay Says:

    It is truly beautiful so heartfelt. Thank you Belinda. and I wish you a peaceful and relaxing Christmas and a very Happy New Year. :-)

  4. admin Says:

    Thank you Helen – it’s a very quiet poem, isn’t it, but it goes straight to the heart.

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